'How dare a mere servant act so insolently in my Du family.'
Seething, Du Hongyuan sent a voice transmission. "Lei Yong, come see me at once!"
...
The Profound Cliff Du Family, Guest Reception Hall.
An old man with a gaunt face and a long beard that hung to his chest sat in the guest of honor's seat, cradling a cup of Spirit Tea. He wore a Cyan Flowing Cloud Daoist Robe and possessed a profound, majestic bearing.
He was none other than Zhao Qingyang, an Elder of the Cyan Cloud Sect's Foreign Affairs Hall and a Golden Core Zhenren.
"The Daoist has been cultivating and training with your family these past days. We appreciate you looking after her, Patriarch Du. The Grand Elder is aware of the situation and asked me to send you his regards," Zhao Qingyang said with a warm smile.
"It's no trouble, no trouble at all."
Seated below him, Du Haixian was keeping him company personally, his old face beaming. "If I may be so bold, did Elder Lin have any other instructions?"
